Lobo Village

Unknown, West.

Moisten leaves and broken branches from the impact, a groaning man was struggling to get up while the other land unscathed. The child with bruises and cut was thrown without any care. It took him a few minutes before he had confirmed that he has no fractured bone or dislocated muscle.

“How long are you going to be laying there at the ground? We have to go because this illusion wouldn’t last long before they get see through to it! Let’s go!” Cerbero said before manipulating the black mists that is coming out of his finger. It was covering them and who knows what the other side are seeing. Cygne went up to his feet and dusted himself before looking at Cerbero.

“I know! Tss! Let’s go you big old Blackie!” a wing sprouted in his back again which Clinton felt like being awe but immediately scolded Cygne from his misbehavior.

“Lan

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